I stared at my phone screen for a long moment, Alice’s name still glowing on the display. My finger hovered over the answer button, but I hesitated.
What was I supposed to say? That I hadn’t gone home because I was drunk and Alex brought me here? That I had woken up in his bed, wrapped in only a towel, and was now about to step back into the bathroom where he was??
I swallowed hard.
No, I didn’t have an explanation. Not one that Alice would accept without an interrogation.
Instead, I let the call ring out and quickly typed a message:
I’m safe. We’ll talk later.
It was vague, but it would keep her from worrying for now. I turned off my phone before she could call again and tossed it onto the bed, letting out a slow breath.
Then, as if drawn by something beyond logic, my feet moved ba
